Everyone’s got a crappiest moment ever and we wanna hear about it! Actually, we wanna help you feel better about it too, so we’re giving away $20 gift vouchers to be used during our weekly Crappy Hour to the 3 Crappiest Moments Ever.

Whether it’s the time you dyed your favourite shirt red in the wash, heard your parents wrestling, or discovered that autocrrect added an extra “i” to your memo about office pens–everyone has a crappiest moment ever. Take our Creative Director Jeremy Vandermeij (above), his crappiest moment ever happened in grade 6 when Betsy McBullyson humiliatingly pulled his pants down in front of the entire school (true story, except for the name).

And, while you’re waiting to win a voucher, you can come by any day of the week from 6-8pm and check out Crappy Hour for yourself! There’ll be some seriously special Crappy Hour offerings like $5 Pints + $5 Burgers on Wednesdays and Margaritas + Fish Tacos on Thursdays as well as an open mic where you can vent about your day, or share some positivity.

Crappy Hour launches June 4th, so c’mon and let the crap stories roll!

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Getting locked out of my friends’ house where I was housesitting at 5:45 am barefoot, braless, wearing cartoon character pajama bottoms and a somewhat see-through, paint-stained wifebeater. I had no phone and no money of course. 3 hours later I found a neighbour with a ladder to helped me climb up to a 2nd floor window and break in.

Prom… the most magical day of your youth… right? How ever many years ago that was, I’d rather not recall, I had already convinced my boyfriend at the time that Prom would just be a fantastical event where we could show off our undying young love, though he had already planned to go with someone else before we were dating. This obviously was unacceptable to me and I promptly arranged for his previous date to go alone. Well, as we were headed to our pre-prom-party, dressed to the Ts and oh so cute, he proceeded to call me by his Ex Girlfriends name, first in front of my parents, then in front of our friends. The night later turned into a mash of drunk teenagers getting kicked out of the hall, puking, fighting, yelling at teachers, our after party being cancelled, our limo/bus dropping off all of our stuff in the parking lot and refusing to drive us home, the hall managers going through our bags and throwing out our alcohol, and me – in bed by 11:30pm, completely sober, and cursing my boyfriend as he snoozed casually next to me.
Not so magical, not so full of Glee…

I was 20ish and still living at home. I was in the process of painting my bedroom and I decided it wise to crate my record collection and move it to the basement temporarily so it would be safe. The process took a few days and when it was done I went to grab my records and they were gone. Vanished. In hysterics I questioned my mother and learned (to my horror) that early one morning while I slept she had mistook my records as “junk” and sold them at a rummage sale. FOR $5… ALL OF THEM! 10(ish) years later and I still count it among the crappiest things that have ever happened to me.

I had left my house earlier like always to head to Union so I could go to work outside of town. Instead of walking to union because it was crappy out I walked in the opposite direction to the Wellesly Subway station. I get there only to find out that there’s flooding at union, after I ha paid my fare. So I get a emergency transfer but ended up walking all the way to union because it was quicker. In the pouring rain of course. Then I get to union an realized I forgot my Snorkle and flippers! Anyhow I had to catch the next train and ended up being 15 minutes late for work…

My first time using the GO train many years ago, I ended up really far out and the trains stopped running. This was in January and it was freezing. The terminal was closed. I was waiting in a small bus shelter outside and had to call my dad. I was so far out, it took him about an hour and a half to reach me. That was miserable.

Being projectile vomited on the 501 Queen streetcar by a 15 year old on acid while on my way home from work wearing white shorts was pretty crappy. As was the fact that he laughed in my face about it before throwing up into my purse for round two.

I had just finished spending the day at OCAD preparing and setting up for my graduate exhibition later that night. I decided to go home to change and get ready for the opening. I went to Union station to catch my GO train to Oshawa. I was really stressed out and looking forward to taking the same train home as my boyfriend. When I got to the track, my boyfriend called me to tell me he was already on the train.

I hopped onto the train and started walking through the cars, talking on the phone with him and trying to find him. I noticed that the train was super-packed, more than usual, but thought nothing of it. After 5 minutes of trying to find him, I was really annoyed and angry that I couldn’t find him. He insisted that he was in the last car, but I was in the last car and he was nowhere to be seen.

The doors closed just as I heard these horrifying words, “This is the express train to Clarkson, doors are closing.” I was on the wrong train!! I was going in the complete opposite direction. I had to go to Clarkson (EXPRESS) and then catch a train from Clarkson back to Union, where I was FINALLY able to grab my train.

The worst part is, I didn’t even get to see my boyfriend (he was already on the train to Oshawa) AND I was super late for my opening exhibition.

Sleepwalking for the first time I can ever recall, in a NYC hotel, downtown Manhattan. Woke up outside my room sitting in a chair in the hallway not even sure what floor I was on, in very short girl boxers, a tanktop, no bra, still drunk. I had to pee so bad I was practically holding myself, I ended up having to go down to the front desk, explain that I had no key, needed to use the lobby bathroom and get a key remade for myself at 5am.

Spending hour upon hour trying to round up 2 stray dogs running back and forth across a busy street, and after finally wrangling them into my backyard after dark, I go inside for 2 minutes to make a call…then see out my front window that they have BOTH escaped under my fence somehow, and are running in the street again. FML.

Buying a Nike Fuelband at SXSW in Austin this year only to find out that a bizarre linking issue made it impossible for me to link my Facebook account, thus rendering it useless in my pursuit of competition with friends. So now, while I appear on the top of the other friends’ lists for their fuelbands, I am a lone annoyed survivor and Nike can’t help me. Damn the fuelband.

So much for waiting in line and finally aligning myself with the sportmans mentality. Nope, looks like my only sport will be drinking… at the Crappy Hour.

Last year I took an 18 hour local bus from Varanasi in India to Katmandu in Nepal. Travelling at about 15 km/h in the stinking dirty heat with no shocks on the bus, the woman in front of me puked out the window and b/c my window was also open, it landed all over me. She had been drinking orange soda. How’s that for crappy?

1. My 17th birthday party was a surprise party with all of my friends. No more than five minutes after getting over my heart attack I was pooped on and had to shower. Spent my own birthday party with my hair wet and my crush never showed.

2. I’m in Milan, walking under an awning and I feel a drop of water hit my new sunglasses that were on the top of my head. I reach up, pull the glasses off my head and realize that I was mistaken about the water. I had a great big bird shit stain on my sunglasses and had to spend the rest of the day walking around the fashion capital of the world wondering if there were traces of bird shit in my hair.

3. Waiting at a bus stop to go to a job interview I notice a white spot appear on my black coat and I feel something wet on my forehead. I turned around to the stranger behind me and asked “Do I have bird shit on my face?” To which she replied, “You definitely do.” Had to go home and shower.

4. Last week I’m walking into my house wearing the cutest white sundress you ever did see and a bird that was perched on my awning flies away shitting down my entire arm in the process.

One drunken night out I forgot to bring my keys out with me. Of course I didn’t realize it until I had stumbled back home with my best friend. We banged and banged and yelled and yelled on my room mate’s window, but her and her boyfriend went out that night as well and would sleep through a tsunami on a regular night. After trying to sneak in through every one of my basement apartment windows with no luck, I authorized my best friend to kick down my apartment doors. Both of them; the outside door to the rest of the house and the inside door to my apartment. It took three swift kicks to each door to break the locks, and she split a solid wood and aluminium framed door to the point where I had to replace it. I went to bed feeling bad-ass as hell, and woke up to a $500 mess to clean. I’m pretty sure this was my brilliant choice of words the next day: “I never would have made that decision if I were sober..”